I did this drawing today to dedicate it to Millie, Alex and Chelsea, for the fun, the sun and the warmth; the smiles; the guitar and piano music (what about playing a same song at a time….); Masterchef and Madmen; for the photo-storytelling, the unexpected roses and the poems about cañones; for my place on the couch and the general beauty of this castle. This Madrilian (or gata as they name us) is very happy to walk her eyes on these roofs. More drawings are to come, for sure.
I just learned from my beloved friend Isabel Castellano, that today it´s the National Hugging Day. So I decided to re-post this drawing, already posted at Casa 53. It is a drawing I did a while ago, one day I woke up after having a very nice dream.
“I reach a bus stop and bump into an invisible friend, we both melt into a hug and part without a single word.”
Considering I suffer from nightmares, having a beautiful dream was such a metaphor of tranquility, that I did this drawing, imagining how invisible people can see each other, and recognize who to hug, thanks to the gloves they wear. I would have written a cartoon if it wasn´t because I enjoy more drawing a million single ideas or “beginnings”, than spending time developing just one story. Cartooning is my frustrated vocation, and the reason I chose advertising as a day job, as it provides (should I say provided) a salary, as well as opportunities to work on many single ideas, so quickly you cannot get blocked or bored with them. Yet, I start thinking of working deeper on one single idea. Who knows.
Anyhow, now that I briefly told you the story of invisible friends who meet thanks to their gloves, today I don´t want any invisibility.
I want crystal clear friendships, so late today I can make my hugs visible while enjoying a nice and sweet 5 liter giant beer mug.
Any interested friends, just give me a call.
Happy hugging day.
At the moment I am copywriting for the site of an Arab holding, at the same time that I am illustrating for the site of an interior design shop. I will draw chairs with a royal attitude, I will write lines for contents to stand out like beautiful legs. Yes I can.
Could not think of a better place for an Indian Summer holiday trip than traveling to Algonkin lakes for canoeing.
Hipstervilles, like airports, tend to be non – places.
And I love buying gifts to myself at non places…
- This is Heather, and she is going to work here.
- But she speaks English!
I was prejudicial to Heather (English for Jeder ) working at an Spanish agency, due to our business conventions. Wrong conventions to keep at a time we had really stopped to write copy to become more visual thinkers. We had never questioned yet the real value of this question:
A copywriter whose mother tongue is not ours?
We teamed up for the practicals, so I could help translate her concepts, and then, I much preferred She wouldn’ t speak my language, so anyone could discover she was a far better copywriter than any of us!
That is how Heather Hnatiuk, then Vincent (read her version ), became one of my favourite people on Earth. Because of admiration, and good laughs.
Now i am visiting, and happy to wake up watching squirrels in my window, and finding this superb breakfast set for me.
I love spooning pinch cream scoons at the parlor.
Some colourful plastic objects I own are visually linked to small cozy cafés and bars in remote villages, with amazing nature around, no matter the continent. They make me time travel to adventures in the past.
Today I only real-time travelled to the Chino shop next door, here in Madrid, but found this white plastic bottle. Big cheap Chinese shops provide small cheap doses of exotism. Although most of their items should have been banned from production lines, under capital punishment, this bottle is a nice example of hand-crafted looking design made with plastic. I drink water from plastic. Tic. Toc. Time travelling to a place I have never been to. Toc. Tic.
For the serious plastic art, here goes my favourite reference: Choi Jeonghwa